The tomb owner, King Lu, who transformed into the Seven-Star King Lu Palace, had just been signed in and resurrected by the system when the tomb-robber triangle pried open the lid of my coffin. The moment Fatty Wang shined his flashlight on my face, he shouted: Damn it, this rice dumpling has its eyes open! Wu Xie took two steps back, and Zhang Qiling's black gold ancient sword had already been unsheathed. I sat up slowly, patted the dust on my collar, and said: Don't be afraid, I just want to ask what year it is outside.
My brain hurts from looking around a bit